Smilog leaped backwards and put his hand on his axe hilt, "Come one step nearer," he warned, "and I'll shove that knife where the sun don't shine!"

"In Mordor," pointed out Tollin, "that could be anywhere." Skittles frowned at the Dwarf and turned to follow Roggie as he wandered off. They walked through the ruined casino while the Mountain hummed along at a pleasant speed not yet showing any signs of stopping, however. The card tables were all broken and scattered all over the place; it was a carnage of cards and a terror of tables! It took a lot to stop Smilog from being sick.

Roggie grumbled in council with Skittles while the Dwarf and his huge companion followed on behind them. Skittles kept looking longingly at the knife and the dwarf's beard while Smilog held his axe tight in his hands. Tollin seemed a little apprehensive and more than a little suspicious of something, "Its not right," he said, "Something is not quite right."

"What do you mean?" asked Smilog, "Of course its not right, there is a mountain driving around!"

"Well, thereís that," Tollin replied, "but itís been on smooth ground for a while now. I know for a fact that there isn't this much smooth ground in Mordor. Unless itís going around in circles, it may have stopped!"